Minnesota

This weekend I got to go to Minnesota for H's wedding.  It was great.   I'd never been to Minnesota before, and though I was only there for a short time, I liked it.  It was so green! and Midwesty.  The plane landed in Minneapolis during a thunderstorm, breaking the heat, which had been up to about 100 earlier in the day; Saturday was beautiful, clear, warm, and relatively dry.  We drove by a farm store that advertised apples, cider, cheese, and fudge: this is my idea of a good thing.  And we drove across the Mississippi River and visited a town where Jesse James robbed a bank and saw some cows and I didn't fall in a lake.  Most of the pictures are from either the reception or the car, but here are two of the better ones.

If no one's made a t-shirt that says "I Went to Minnesota in July and I've Got the Mosquito Bites to Prove It," they're really missing a trick.